Chapter 273

• I awoke to an irritating, insistent sensation pressing at the edges of my mind. It felt as if sticky, shadowed tendrils were creeping, inching their way into my ears, slinking toward my thoughts. They moved slowly, deliberately, as if trying not to alarm me, hoping to remain undetected. I couldn't tell if it was the power of the High Lords that now coursed through my Fae body, or if this woman simply wasn’t as skilled as she believed. But I sensed those tendrils, and I knew who had sent them.
• This time, she wouldn’t escape so easily. I was no longer gasping for air, drained of every ounce of strength like a fish stranded on shore. This time, she’d pay.
• In my mind, a vast library of memories and thoughts unfolded, each book an anchor of who I was. Those dark tendrils were drawing closer, and I had no idea how to stop them. Andrea had said there was hardly anyone willing to teach me how to wield Spirit, and I doubted this woman would offer any guidance—not after the thinly veiled threat she’d left me with before I’d passed out.